And the Messenger came. In the first light amid the confusion of a waking dream. But this is no dream! This is real. I can assume control here and be fully aware.
A conduit like a UPVC drain line dragged to the site of a newly constructed home out there in the aether of the other worlds. A home built by one who was lost to this world. The drain line brought by one very much alive in this. The connection made. The end of the drain line coupled by a two pin connector to the line close beside the home.
And then he ... the fool (the dreamer) still not in a dream ... was taken to the realm deep within the earth. A real experience haunting he throughout the day in this delusional world. Into Agharti he was taken. A visitor to a place of wonder. A mighty cavern with marble steps and walls. A tourist bridleway leading down and down and down ... towards a great meeting place. A place of tourists and amusement and refreshment. A circular abode with mighty pillars of stone. A viewpoint to the celestial wonder above. The inner sun and its circling satellites. A wondrous sight which he behold and was in awe.
Then it was his time to return back to the over world. Beside the bridleway he noted a mighty chasm. A mighty water source. Then there was a deluge like rain ...
The memory remaining with the fool for best part of this day.
